The man drowsily opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Immediately the foul scent of disinfectant invaded his nose. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, his mind too numb to form coherent thoughts.

Words could not begin to describe the unbearable pain the man felt. After a couple of seconds, he mustered enough strength to lift his head up and look around. His arm was wrapped up in a cast and bruises covered most of his body. He was in what looked like a hospital room. Besides him, he saw a man slumped over in a chair, sleeping rather uncomfortably. He looked around some more. This wasn't right, he thought, he had to get out of here. He pulled out the iv from his arm and attempted to swing his legs out of the bed. Not a good idea- he was immediately hit with a wave of dizziness as his head slammed back against his pillow.

This wasn't right, he thought again. He tried thinking about his past, yet could not recall a single memory. He shut his eyes in a panic and attempted again to think of anything about his life. Nothing. He couldn't even remember his own name. The man looked around once more to find anything that would give him a clue to his identity. But besides the sleeping stranger, the room wasn't filled with anything worth noting. He groaned in frustration.

The stranger in the chair jolted up with the sudden noise. His eyes brightened when he saw him.

"Sam!" The man stood up and warmly embraced Sam. "Thank God", he sighed in relief, "its great to finally see you awake."

Sam, however, did not return the strangers celebratory emoticons.

"Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?"

The man looked up at him, smile fading. "What? It's Dean. Your brother."

Sam's expression however, remained blank. He stared at Dean with no recognition whatsoever.

Dean buzzed for the doctor and waited, watching Sam with concern and disbelief. After an eternity, the doctor knocked on the door and let himself in. He asked Sam a couple of random questions to test his memory (which Sam failed at miserably) and informed him about the accident. Sam nodded at the doctor when appropriate and answered everything politely, but was soon losing the energy to even maintain eye contact. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day they got rid of Sam's feeding tube and allowed him to eat regular food. It was tasteless and mushy. Sam felt like he was forcing down dog food and worked hard to make sure he didn't barf it back out. He definitely did not have an appetite for it, but did what he was told. Better eating than arguing.

His brother, Dean. Almost never left the room. A little privacy was unheard of to him. He and another man named Bobby spent most of their time fretting over Sam and talking with the doctor outside the room. None of them spoke much about his memory loss, the accident, or anything about his condition. Which irritated Sam the most.

It was maddening that others knew more about him than himself. He felt like he was simply possessing a body. He couldn't recall any of the stories and experiences that resulted in all the scars and marks etched onto it. Nothing was familiar. He lived in the shadows of the old Sam, who might as well have died in the car accident. Now he was just constantly compared to that idiot. All his memories were ripped away from him. Leaving him nothing. He felt like nothing.

Thanks for reading! Sorry for any spelling/grammar/medical mistakes.